He touched my painfully hard dick and squeezed it gently with one hand while the other gently massaged my balls. Hank left my hand on his obviously hard cock and slid his hands under the sheet. Until that moment I had been engaged in an internal struggle with the uncomfortable desires I was feeling but the idea that I might do the things I was thinking about was not a realistic possibility. My eyes opened after the third time and he looked at me and smiled. At first I thought the contact was accidental but he repeated it several times. He held it outstretched and brushed it against his dick.
Hank moved around to my side and began massaging my left arm. I could smell the faint scent of cologne as he leaned over my head and I inhaled deeply drawing the fresh scent into my lungs. Just like before, the proximity of his manhood to my naked body was oddly exciting and I wondered what it would be like to touch it. My mind was spinning and my body tensed in anticipation of contact with my engorged dick each time his hands approached my swollen member. It was as if he was trying to move the stress from my head down to my pelvis and it was working. His fingers rubbed my temples and then slid across my forehead, down my nose and cheeks to my neck and then down my torso toward the tented sheet. Hank put his strong, yet soft hands on my head and started massaging my scalp and face. His soft soothing voice quelled my fears but their was a hint of interest in his tone and my dick did not soften as I lay exposed on the massage table. I am used to it and in fact I take it as a compliment.” “That’s perfectly fine,” he said in a soft soothing tone, “it happens all the time. I could see a smile on his face and it made me feel much more at ease than I had been when I first rolled onto my back. “Sorry,” I stammered as I peaked at him through squinted eyes. My hard dick made a prominent tent in the sheet as my cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment. I inhaled deeply and slowly turned onto my back. I knew my excitement would be revealed if I turned over but I had no choice. His words sent a shiver through my body as his warm breath tickled my ear. “You can turn over,” he whispered into my ear in a deep baritone. His hands moved down my left leg and he repeated the agonizingly exciting process on my right leg before moving around my body and standing by my head. I had to stifle a moan of disappointment when he stopped less than an inch from my smooth, shaved nut sack. I wanted him to continue his journey and touch my ass.
His strong hands slid up my legs toward my hidden but very hard dick and I held my breath.
EROTIC GAY MASSAGE CUM SKIN
I had always been attracted to women of all shapes and sizes but there was no denying the feelings I felt as his hands moved up my legs to the extremely sensitive skin of my upper thighs. I was recently divorced and it had been over a month since I had been with a woman but I had never been attracted to a man and I considered myself totally straight. My body was relaxed yet paradoxically excited and I was confused about what my homoerotic thoughts meant about my sexuality. Hank’s hands felt wonderful and I let out several sighs and low moans as he expertly worked my feet. He wore a wedding ring and appeared to be a straight family man so I had no idea what the impetus for my odd and totally uncharacteristic fantasies was but my fully erect cock was pinned between my body and the massage table as he started rubbing my feet and legs. Hank was a clean cut, good looking guy in his mid to late 30’s with salt and pepper hair and a fit athletic body. I needed someone to work out the kinks in my back and neck so I agreed to keep my appointment.
EROTIC GAY MASSAGE CUM PROFESSIONAL
Dani was a complete professional and gave a great Swedish massage but she had called out sick and Hank was the only masseuse available. My appointment at the salon had been with Dani, a pretty brunette who usually took care of my stress and back pain. I hadn’t planned on getting a massage from a man and I had never done so before.